I figured between the two of us, we could put together a few humorous stories.
After all, I once went on a first date with a guy (I was probably 18) who picked me up in his mom's car, complete with a baby car seat strapped into the back seat. I should point out that his car was a HUGE, old piece of crap so I was kind of relieved when I saw his mom's car. Until I spied that car seat. He quickly explained that it was his sister's baby's seat. Oh my. Later that same night, we were back at my house watching tv (my mom was home - don't get any ideas!) when a commercial for the Today Sponge contraceptive came on. Without skipping a beat he told me that was what his sister had been using when she got pregnant. Ohhhhhkay then.
Another time, my friend and I were introduced to the son of some people I knew. He was my age and had a friend with him. Upon meeting us, his friend uttered "Woody!" under his breath, assuming that a) we couldn't hear his comment and b) we, young adult girls, wouldn't know what that meant. Moron. To be clear, woody does not refer to the Toy Story character, a station wagon with wood paneling, a wooden roller coaster, or Woody Harrelson/Allen/Guthrie. Just sayin'. (I ended up dating the son for a year or more. I know.)
And yet another time I went on a date with a guy I had a humongous crush on. Did I say humongous? Gigantic. I was 19, he was 23. He took me to a concert, and afterwards he drove me around downtown pointing out the bars that he and his friends like to go to. Four or five different bars. Bars I couldn't get into due to my under 21 age. I didn't know what to say. "Wow, that's great. I can't wait to go there.... in two more years." Yeah, no. Upon realizing that he'd dug himself an awkward hole, he asked if I wanted to get something to eat. I suppose if we'd gone to McDonald's I would be old enough to actually get in. That was
And of course for senior prom, my date along with three other guys got in a fight in a parking lot on the way to the dance. Some punks had called them "pretty boys" and they felt it would be appropriate to defend their honor while wearing rented white tuxes with pink bow ties. Ahem. I never wanted to dump a date so badly in my life.
I thought my stories were good. But Lela had me beat.
Here is her reply:
This guy (I had met in a bar) picked me up for a date chewing on a straw! When we got in his truck he THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW! Loser, white trash litterbug.
When I lived in Memphis this guy came over to my apartment to watch movies. He even brought flavored popcorn (when it was all the rage in the 80's). I went to the bathroom and when I came back into the living room, he had taken off his pants!!!!!! I asked him to leave, which he did.
Remember that song, "Red, red wine . . . "? So do I because one time on a date the guy picked me up and drove downtown Seattle playing that song on his cassette deck over and over. When it finished he rewound it (whrrrrrrrrrrzzzzzzzzzzz) and played it again. About 10 times.
Senior ball (when I was a Junior) *Joe Smith wouldn't/couldn't keep his hands off me. My friend finally said, out loud, "Joe, keep your hands off her!
Make us feel better. Let us know that you had a memorable date in your background, too. Please?